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Pillow Talk

Pairing: Joohoney x POC Reader

Type:  One Shot

Genre: F2L, The one that got away, Smut, Pining [ithink], Fluff [ifyousquint]

WC: 2.6k

Warning: unprotected sex.

A/N: What do you do when your friends are feeling down in the dumps? You write them sawft comforting things with their kpop support boys. So, I did this for Admin E and she said I could share. The italicized words are the lyrics to the song partly responsible for this squishyfluffyinlovejooheon stuff. 

Song: Pillow Talk by Novelties

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She was on his mind again. They were friends, the best of friends - cliche, right? The kind of friends that were connected at the hip each and every time they were near. The kind of friends that comforted the other when their hearts damaged. It was a ritual as old as time, as old as both of them. 

Their dreams took them in different directions. He had a fever for the idol life. He had a raw talent for words and rhymes. His style was unique and unlike anything that existed in the industry. He could do it - reach out and snatch that dream in his fist. She believed he could do it.  

But her dreams took her to the US. During the initial training phase, he couldn’t communicate with the outside world. 

And there wasn’t a day that he didn’t think about her.

Every night and every day

Then he debuted. It took a short period of time to gain traction. His group had been put together in front of a nation, after all.

He invited her to their first concert. They finished the first part of their set, standing in front of a crowded stadium. Light sticks sparkling in a sea of fan love. He bit into his bottom lip scanning the faces and banners. And then he saw her. 

One of the members was busy talking about how excited they all were. The world seemed to quiet as their eyes met. She offered the slightest of smiles wiggling her fingers in greeting. He didn’t understand the shock, honestly. Why wouldn’t she come? And she was still as beautiful, to the point he felt his heart beat a little harder.

I think of what we could be

When he finally reached out to her after the communication restriction lifted? He was frightened. There was some free time for them finally. Jooheon spent it pacing and watching his phone. While Shownu and Kihyun were fine to let their main rapper wait to come to them? Minhyuk, unfortunately, was not that patient.

“Jooheon-ah, you’re going to walk a path into the floor.” He teased watching the other man pace with occasional glances to his phone. Minhyuk was busy perfecting his selca angles. Jooheon’s brow furrowed as he slowed his pace. 

“Hyung, please. I’m already nervous as is.” He chewed the tip of his finger between his teeth. Minhyuk looked over his own cellphone. It wasn’t like Jooheon to be so impatient, so ..nervous. He pursed his lips as Jooheon flopped on the couch next to him. The rapper’s ringed fingers slid through his bleached hair. 

Min sighed turning to clap a hand on his shoulder. “Go on. Tell me about her then.” Jooheon looked up too quickly, validating his assumption. “Just tell me.” Jooheon’s shoulders slumped and he spilled his pent up beans. 

It took an hour for Jooheon to talk about the one that got away. That if he had a Muse on two legs? It was her. That he hadn’t stopped thinking about her the whole time they were training. That he hoped to make this dream come true. So he could reach her in a way that he couldn’t before. That he felt he had waited too long to reach out to her. 

That he couldn’t think of not having her in his life. 

You and I, we’ve got that thing

Minhyuk listened quietly almost energized by the passion oozing from Honey’s words. How the Rapper’s whole body was animated by the thought of this woman. He couldn’t help the sly grin that creased the corner of his lips. Jooheon groaned, his head dropping into his hands. 

...and then his phone beeped. 

No one else can make me feel.

He scrambled from the couch to pick it up. The familiar name flashed across the screen and suddenly? He lost his nerve. “It’s her! It’s...It’s her!?” He held the phone as if it was burning his skin. Minhyuk practically hissed as he shot up from the couch.

“Answer it, babo!” Min had a hand on his hip and the other flailing toward the younger member. “Straighten yourself out and answer it! Or you really will regret it later!” He stomped his way out of the studio hoping Jooheon would regain his nerve.

He took a deep breath and finally accepted the call. “Hey.”

There was a momentary silence, then a shuddering breath. “H-hey, is this - if it’s a bad time?” 

“N-no! No, it’s fine. I was hoping I’d hear from you.” He relaxed, sinking into his chair. “...I’m glad to hear from you.” 

She bit her lip listening to the sound of his voice filter through her speaker. “I’m glad you - I mean…” Another soft sigh. “I really missed you.” 

He couldn’t fight the dimple deepened smile that spread across his face. “I missed you, too.” A flick of his wrist to glance at the time. “Are you busy tonight? I want to see you.” There was an audible sound of surprise from the other end. He smirked, “Well, do you?” 

“U-uh, y-yeah. I do. But, is that ok? You won’t get in trouble, right?” Concern peppered her voice, but his laughter eased her fears. Just a bit. Only a little bit. 

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Tell me where you’re staying.” And she did. It was much later when he was finally able to leave the dorm. She wasn’t that far away. Close enough that an excuse for a night run shouldn’t put him out of place any longer than usual. 

All he could think about was everything he wanted to tell her. All the time he missed that he wanted to regain. That nice leisurely jog turned into an almost desperate run within half a mile of his destination. He didn’t feel the burn in his lungs as he stepped into the elevator. 

He felt like he was on auto-pilot by the time he reached her door. He licked the top of his lip before exhaling slowly. 

She could hear him breathing on the opposite side of the door. Her fingers clutching the fabric of her shirt to quell the tremble in her fingers. What was she going to say to him? What would they even have to talk about? 

Could she ever tell him…?

You fix all my pieces

Could he ever tell her…?

I want you

Would they even be the same? 

I need this

Jooheon knocked gently, three soft raps upon her door. It took a moment to move her feet forward, trembling fingers undid the latch and locks. The door turned, parting slightly, til a pair of green circle-lenses looked up at him. “Hey.” 

“Can I come in?” He could feel that hard thump in his chest again as she smiled - and stepped aside. 

“Please do.” He brushed by her in a haze of heat and cologne. She closed the door gently behind him. She could feel him lingering there behind her. His frame blocking the light behind them. She turned slowly, keeping her back pressed against the door, to stare at him.

He had gotten taller, even more so, since last time. He filled out in the shoulders, his arms were impressive even beneath that hoodie. He was so different, yet still the same. It brought a smile to her face to see him healthy. To see him well.

Just...to see him.

“Jooheon.” She said his name like a gentle caress, and he lost all reason. He advanced, too quickly, pinning her to the door and her hands above her head. His breaths were deep as he inhaled her scent on quivering lips.

Love the way you say my name

“Say my name again.” His tone was gruff, hinting the edge of a growl. Hinting the very edge of his restraint. “Tell me you missed me.” His eyes squeezed shut tight. The sound of their staccato breathing was so loud in the silence of this moment.

I got no more secrets.. ‘cause all night I dream about you.

“Jooheon.” She sighed against the side of his face, trying to lean further into him. She couldn’t help herself, the warmth of him. The feel of him against her and the emotions welling inside of her. “Bogoshipda..” 

Love how you say you miss me

Tears. 

They were hot and they burned. His grip on her hands eased as she meshed her fingers with his. Neither one knew who shed them first. Their visions blurred as their foreheads touched. “I missed you, too.” He shattered into a thousand relieved pieces as she pressed her lips against his. A tentative brush, a testing of the waters, that had her tongue slipping over his bottom lip. 

He felt his muscles tighten at the delicate motion. “There wasn’t a day that went by…” A groan as she got bolder. Soon she was edging him backward, his hoodie unzipped so she could touch him. He tore it off and it fluttered into a chair. His fingers toyed at the edges of her t-shirt. She had to practically get on her tiptoes to kiss him fully. 

He was done toying around at that point. They were a flurry of lips, limbs, and untapped passion as they landed on the bed. He pushed pillows against the headboard, shifting her body upward. He couldn’t count how many nights he had wanted to do this. How many times she had brought her broken, shattered heart to his doorstep. How many times he want to kiss away her sadness. How many times he wanted it to be *him* that she laughed for. To be *him* that she smiled for. He wanted to own all of her good, her bad, and be the barrier between anything that would bring her low.

Her fingers interlocked at the nape of his neck as he paused. “What is it?” She asked him whisper-quiet as he processed all of her beauty. 

“I never thought..” His brow furrowed as his hands dug greedy possession into her hips. “...that this moment would ever come.” His pants hung by a prayer to the expanse of his hips. His knee pressed deeper between her legs causing a moan to roll from her throat.

“I didn’t want to keep you from your dreams, Jooheon.” Her fingers slid against the side of his face. “...and I was an idiot to try to and worry about whether I would get in the way, or ruin our friendship.” She bit her lip as her eyes glittered with unshed tears. “...you were the best thing for me.”

Scared of love but it’s ok...

He shook his head with a soft sigh. “You were my dream. I felt like if you were with me? Anything was possible.” He covered her body with his. Braced on his elbows he moved a curly strand of hair from her face. “...even from thousands of miles away. It was always you.” 

See the side of me no one's ever seen

All day and all night

Pillow talk.

“It’s always been you. It should have been you from the start.” Her hands fell away to cover her face. He healed her every heartache, just so she could turn around and get hurt again. Because she was running from the things she felt. Because she didn’t want him to lose the fire of his dream. Because she thought it was for the best - a lie she told herself for one year too many. 

Is this what it feels like?

His world stilled as the truth left her lips. The whole, complete, truth that he had known for so long. She had been in love with him. He hadn’t read her wrong. And he was right to keep up hope. Jooheon moved her hands away from her face wearing that boyish grin. “It took you long enough.” A rapid bewildered blink of tears before she started to laugh. His smile grew until his eyes seemed to sparkle. 

“Kiss me.” She looked up at him with desire so blatant his mouth went dry. He suddenly looked at her again, really, looked at her. Her hair was crimson-hued in the lamp, spread against the pillows. Her curves fit right into his hands. Need twirling his insides into a loop as he crushed his mouth to hers. He wasn’t gentle as he removed what clothing was left on her body. Rearing back on his knees he finally got to see all of her. There was a moment where she let the back of her knuckles rest on her lips. Her free hand moving to cover perceived imperfections had him growling. 

“Don’t.” His chest heaving as he held onto the dregs of restraint. “Don’t you dare hide from me.” He winced as she moved her hand away. She was luscious and soft, a temple of curves that he would worship for as long as he could. She watched Jooheon slide back to the edge of the bed. His fingers tucked into the waistband of his pants one moment, flung to the chair another. 

He sprung up hot, velvety, and hard as he continued to stare at her. Memorizing each freckle, every inch, and the birthmark on her thigh. He grabbed her ankles tugging her forward to meet him at the lower part of the bed. She leaned up on her elbows as he dropped to his knees, letting her feet dance on the top of his shoulders. She felt every swipe of his tongue and every pinch of his teeth down the inside of her leg. Each leg. He tortured her with his mouth along her skin, breezing over ache between her legs. He let her taste settle on his tongue before finally pulling her even closer. His fingers digging into her thighs as he let his tongue slide against her sex. 

The contact had her gripping the bed for dear life. The sound that she made pushed him onward. He had the whole of his mouth covering her, devouring her as if she was the most sacred elixir. That the taste and scent of her would heal all his woes. He could feel nails scraping his scalp as he feasted. And he didn’t stop, even though she cried out. He held her tighter as she struggled against his mouth. He could feel her pulse dancing under his fingers. He heard her call his name, a hoarse whisper. He heard her breathing intensify as she moaned his name in a rush. He felt all the blood rush to his head when she shook violently as his tongue rolled over her clit. She felt him loosen his grip and she scrambled back toward the head of the bed. Her skin was flush, her nipples peaked, and he could see the goosebumps littering her skin. 

Jooheon crawled onto the bed like a tiger eyeing his prey. She was thrilled and adrenaline-fueled as she felt the need to run. He moved between her legs unable to hold himself back any longer. He grabbed her by the waist holding her steady as he slid inside of her. Crushing his mouth to swallow her cries as he buried himself to the hilt. Her legs trembled as she locked her legs around his waist. 

You and I -  we’ve got that thing

No one else can make me feel

Scared of love but it’s ok

Love the way you say my name

Love how you say you miss me

Is this what it feels like

No words were needed. No words could have been spoken. There were no words in any language that would have been able to quantify the sensations that moved them. The road to eternity stretched farther and farther with each thrust. Her fingers dug in, crying out, and scratched down his back as her hips lifted to meet his one last time. He flexed into those nails a hoarse sound leaving him as he felt himself go lightheaded. His pulse quickened as he filled her, clutching her body close. 

He rolled to the side, keeping his arm around her. 

Sweating. 

Breathless.

Complete. 

All his dreams had finally come true.

                             Is what it feels like to fall in love?